Till This Moment I Never Knew Myself.

Another Stupid Party . . . With Six People To Look On, And Talk Nonsense To Each Other.

Where So Many Hours Have Been Spent In Convincing Myself That I Am Right, Is There Not Some Reason To Fear I May Be Wrong?

You Are Too Generous To Trifle With Me. If Your Feelings Are Still What They Were Last April, Tell Me So At Once. My Affections And Wishes Are Unchanged; But One Word From You Will Silence Me On This Subject For Ever.

We Neither Of Us Perform To Strangers.

You Must Be The Best Judge Of Your Own Happiness.